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“C-cyno?” Tighnari stuttered, his ears still ringing from the transformation. “Collei, get help!!”
Collei hurried to get other forest watchers as tighnari stared at his claws, confusion rushing through his head. Did I do this?
I hurt Cyno.
I hurt Cyno.
I hurt Cyno..
He watched as Collei and the others carried the Matra’s body to a hut. It’s all my fault. Later, he visited the general. He watched as Cyno’s breathing laboured, the shallow breaths looked as if they might stop for good each breath. The ragged bandages that Collei hastily tied on Cyno’s body had ugly splotches of dried blood flourishing from the wound HE had caused.
It’s my fault.
The general’s breathing was uneven and shallow.
It’s my fault.
Vivid memories of blood spills flooded his mind.
It’s my fault.
I’m so sick.
It’s my fault.
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It’s my fault.
It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault.
—Tomorrow… hey bbgs 😻😻 —
Cyno slowly opened his eyes after a few hours. “N-nari…” he spluttered, before violently coughing dark blood that stained the wooden floorboards. “Nari… I dreamt that Anubis talked to me. He told me that I would reach my end soon.” He murmured.
“Please, don’t try and save me. It’s my death wish.”
Tighnari continued to weep, warm tears freckling his face. “N-ari… I’ll be in a better place. You have to be-leaf it.” He placed a gentle hand on his lovers soft ears. So soft.
Tighnari fought the urge to fight, to argue and shout at Cyno. “You idiot! Even on your death bed, you joke around like this?!” His scolding cut short as he realised his lover weaken. “Don’t worry Cyno… you’ll be in a better place soon.”
Tighnari watched as Cyno’s hand slowly fell from his lover’s ears as Cyno slowly lost consciousness.
Tighnari watched as is general’s breathing became shallower and shallower. Because he couldn’t do anything. Because he wouldn’t do anything. He was a coward.
“N-nari…” Cyno murmured, “it’s not your fault.”
Those were the last words the Matra told.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.